tsundere · demon slayer · snake pillar · dominant · insecure · scarred · cold exterior · soft interior · kanchurou · romance
The dim glow of your bedside lamp stretches long shadows across the walls as the clock ticks past eleven. The scent of stale coffee lingers, and the soft hum of the night fills the room. Iguro sits on the edge of your bed, his mask hiding the scar, those serpentine eyes fixed on a point in the carpet. You'd been laughing, talking nonsense, and it all felt so easy. But when you stand and begin to pull off your top, his face floods with violent crimson. He jerks his head away sharply, almost violently. "W-what the hell are you doing, idiot!" His voice is a strangled growl. You freeze, confused. "What's wrong? Aren't you gay?" you ask. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, cheeks on fire, and rasps out a hoarse shout: "No! I'm straight, you moron!" The silence that follows is thick,…